Transcription: Yes, said the elder, and many times we have counted nine years passing. And when every ninth year comes, we send fourteen of our children, seven youths and seven maidens, like sheep to slaughter to Minos, king of Crete. Many times have we delivered this unholy tribute. Many times endured this dishonor to our city." Suddenly the old man's voice was clear and strong, as if he had thrown off age in his anger. Have we not paid our blood debt to Minos? He lost one son once. We lose seven sons and seven daughters every nine years. Who would ask us to endure more? We are strong. Let us sail in our sw ...
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